This has been on my head 4 a long time, and I just had 2 do it!
I absolutely could not let that happen.
Terri's P.O.V.
I paced back and forth around my living room nervously. What was I gonna do? How could I tell Will?
I thought about the look on his face when I told him that I was pregnant. He had been so happy. How could I tell him that there wasn't really any baby? That it had been a hysterical pregnancy?
I thought back to the fight we'd had a couple of weeks ago about what we couldn't afford and nearly gasped. What if Will made me give up the grand foyee and the sun deck? I absolutely could not let that happen.
Okay, Terri, calm yourself. You can handle this situation. What would be the best way to tell Will? Hmm, what does he love even more than the thought of having a child? Besides me, of course. Ooh, chicken pot pie! And… cliché romantic dinners!
You see, Terri. Things are gonna be okay , after all. Stop doubting yourself.
I smiled as I stopped pacing and walked towards the kitchen.
Finn's P.O.V.
I slammed the door of my car and pressed the 'lock' on my alarm, the beep beep soon following. I walked up the stone steps that lay in the middle of the perfectly trimmed lawn. I took a deep breath before clutching the 'B' knocker and tapping it gently against the mahogany door.
It opened immediately and a I was faced with a medium-built black man glaring at me.
"Can I help you?" He asked, looking at me suspiciously.
"Um, yes sir. I'm here for Rachel." I said quietly.
"Speak up boy, I don't think I heard you." He growled.
I dry- swallowed. "I'm here for Rachel, sir." I said more clearly, looking down. He has nice shoes.
"Look me in the eyes when you're talking to me, boy. You know, you have got to be the-"
"Sweetie, who's at the door?" A voice drifted through from what I'm guessing was the living room.
"Um, just some kid." The black guy answered, looking at me as if I were nothing but gum that had just been scraped off of one of his shiny shoes. And not even one of those cool –colored citrus favors. Freakin' original.
The sound of footsteps could be heard and a scrawny- looking white guy came into view.
"Oh, hello. Who are you?" He asked me politely.
"Finn Hudson, sir." I said, still looking down. He was wearing bunny slippers.
"And what are you doing here?"
"I'm here for Rachel. We were gonna practice for Glee Club."
"Oh, that's all? Well, alright then. Rachel's upstairs. Leave the bedroom door open." He stated.
I nodded, heading upstairs. I heard the white guy say "Now, what did I tell you about harassing people, Rick?" as I headed up.
I walked down the hallway until I found the door that must lead to Rachel's room, because of all the pink flowers on it and stuff (but you could never be sure in a gays' house). I knocked.
It opened immediately (huh. The Berry's are good about answering their doors. They wear awesome shoes, too.)
"What i- oh." Rachel said, blushing when she saw that it was me.
"Hi Ra- oh." I started, but stopped short when I realized that she was only wearing a towel, her wet hair flowing around her forearms (that doesn't make any sense. Humans have two arms, not four. Whoever came up with that term must have been really stupid).
"Um, wait a second." She whispered, shutting the door. She opened it about two minutes later, wearing a red sweater with a picture of a cat on it and a black mini skirt and brushing her hair.
"Okay, come in." She said, motioning me inside.
I walked through and sat down on her bed.
"So, um, I apologize for answering the door clad in only a towel. I had just taken a shower and believed that, in fact, it was one of my dads that was knocking on my door, not yourself. I completely forgot that you were coming over." She apologized.
I raised my eyebrows. "You answer the door like that all the time?"
"Well, if I just took a shower, then yes. My dads don't prefer that I take too long getting primped. They always say 'This house could be on fire and you're too busy fixing your hair'. Psh, like they're any better. Besides, they're gay. I don't have to worry about them…ogling me." She said, talking at a mile a minute.
I nodded. I didn't hear half of what she was saying, and the half that I did hear, I didn't understand. "Yeah, that must really suck."
"Well, anyhow." She said, walking over to her jeweled stereo. "Let's sing." She clicked play, and piano chords filled the room.
"Head underwater, and you tell me, to breathe easy for a while." Rachel belted out at first then gradually got softer.
"But breathing gets harder. Even I know that." I sang.
Rachel smiled in approval at me and I was unable to suppress my grin.
Quinn's P.O.V.
I shoved another handful of extra –buttered popcorn into my mouth.
"Sure, it's a deal with the devil, but I want the devil on my side."
"You go, Parvati." I said through a mouthful of popcorn.
This must be quite a sight for you. Quinn Fabray. Honor Student. Homecoming Queen. Captain of the Cheerios. President of the Celibacy club. Girlfriend of the super- cute Quarterback Finn Hudson…
…Eating a large bowl of extra- buttered popcorn. Watching Survivor. In her old 'Detroit, Michigan' sweatshirt and Gap sweatpants.
Okay, I'm gonna stop talking (or, rather, thinking) in third –person (because it's pretty freaky) and explain. School is pretty stressful (especially for someone like me, who has a LOT of shit going on) so when I come home, I like to be pretty comfy and carefree.
So, I will continue to watch Survivor in my 'Detroit, Michigan' sweatshirt and Gap sweatpants, goddamnitt.
Although I might have to ease up on the popcorn. I HAD had a pretty big lunch (salad with ranch, and some corn, to boot), and I was gonna get fat if I kept eating like this.
Frowning, I lifted up my sweatshirt, looking at my now bloated stomach. Then I got up, dumping the rest of the popcorn into the trash and setting the bowl in the sink. I walked back into the living room, getting comfy again.
Think I seen you before,
Yeah, I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes-
I quickly paused the tv and lifted up my iPhone to my ear, pressing the 'Send' image (it can't really be called a button because it was a touchscreen).
"Hello?" I asked irritably. I hate it when I get interrupted in the middle of my 'me time', as I like to call it.
"Hey, I'll be there in five." An instantly recognizable deep voice answered.
Shit! I had totally forgotten about our study session tonight. "Okay."
I brought my phone to my face and realized that he had hung up. I should have probably been angry, but I had gotten used to it by now.
After all, Puck had never been good with goodbyes.
Puck's P.O.V.
The door opened, revealing Quinn in her Cheerios uniform and her hair tied back, as usual. Except, obe thing was wrong.
"Um, Quinn? Your uniform's on backwards."
She blushed. "Oh. Um, excuse me, I'll be right back. Just make yourself comfortable I the living room." She said, hurrying out.
I shrugged, sitting down on the couch. I stared at the image frozen on the screen before I realized it was Survivor.
I grinned, playing it. "Oh, Russell. You and your dumb ass girl alliances."
I turned and saw Quinn sitting next to me, her uniform now right (what would it be called, her uniform was now forwards? Huh. I'm gonna have to look that up).
"So… you watch Survivor?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah. And I'm guessing you do too, because this was already on when I came in." I said, raising an eyebrow.
She blushed.
I laughed. "Quinn, come on. Watching Survivor is nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, I, badass Puck, watches Survivor. If that wasn't bad enough, I watch Big Brother, too."
She gasped. "Oh my God, you watch Big Brother, too?"
I nodded. "Um, yeah."
"Oh my god, that's so awesome! Weren't Jeff and Jordan so meant to be?" She asked, smiling.
"Dude, I know. And I can't believe Natalie's boyfriend proposed to her. If he had known that she and Jesse were 'bedmates', he never would have proposed." I stated.
"You're so right!" She yelled excitedly. "And when Chima got expelled from the game because she threw her microphone into the pool and Natalie and Lydia said that she 'dropped' it? And I was like-"
"-dropped it, my ass!" We said at the same time.
She was practically jumping up and down with excitement.
"And then Jeff said he was gonna get Jordan a diamond grill?" She said, laughing.
I laughed too, and pretty soon e were cracking up, even though what Quinn had said hadn't been tha funny.
"This is a lot of fun." She said, when we were finally done cracking up.
I smiled. "Yeah…." I said, trailing off when I realized how close our faces were. We both turned away and blushed.
"So, um…. Spanish." She said.
"Yeah, Spanish…" I mumbled.
Awkward silence.
"Um, do you want a wine cooler?" I asked, just to break the silence.
She raised her eyebrows. "You brought wine coolers?"
"Yeah. See, they're right here." I stated, pulling them out of my backpack.
"Noah Puckerman! What kind of girl do you take me for?" She said in mock innocence, before grinning and taking one.
Damn, this girl was hot.
"Okay, so…. Me llamo Senorita Quinn. Como te llamas?" She asked me, taking a drink from her wine cooler.
I raised an eyebrow. "Um, what?"
She sighed. "First of all, it's not 'what' it's 'que'. Second of all, this is basic Spanish, Puck. I said that my name was Quinn, and I asked you what your name was."
"Oh." That made sense, I guess. "Okay. My name is Puck."
"En Espanol." She said, sounding just like Mr. Schue.
I rolled my eyes. "Me llamo Puck."
"No, me llamo senor Puck. Say senor."
She tried not to grin, and I nearly glared at her for making me feel so supid. "Senor."
"No, Puck. You need to roll the 'r'."
"Senor." I tried rolling the 'r' but my tongue just kept clicking in my mouth.
"No, senor." She said, somehow managing to roll it.
"Senor. Senor. Senor. Sen- okay, screw this. I can't do it." I sighed.
She took a long gulp of her wine cooler, and I smiled discreetly. "Yes you can, Puck. And you need to, to pass Spanish. Now watch me." She said, scooting a little bit closer, so that our knees were nearly touching. My eyes flickered to her bare knees, then back to her.
"Senor." She said, keeping her mouth open wider so that I could see her tongue rolling around.
I leaned in closer. "Senor." I whispered, rolling the 'r' perfectly.
"You did it." She whispered, before our lips met.
And that's all for now, folks!
-CC
